Public The Exhibition of Light

[Daxin Veyr]

Lily Rhodes Vess Sadragen Zaiya Ceti

The shift was immediate.

Daxin watched it happen without reacting to it, the way her attention settled on him. Her smile came easier now, but also seemed more deliberate.

Interesting.

He fell into step beside her when she moved, matching her pace without thinking about it. The promenade opened up ahead of them in a slow current of movement, bodies weaving between stalls, and voices rising and falling beneath the hum of the exhibition. It was easier to move than to stand still. Easier to think.

"The Order, mostly," he repeated, glancing at her briefly. "That sounds like a complicated arrangement."

There was a faint hint of amusement in it, but nothing pressing. His gaze drifted ahead, then sideways, not quite following hers but close enough to catch the pattern. She was still looking, just slower now. More carefully. The earlier restlessness hadn’t gone anywhere, it had just settled into something more deliberate.

Letting his awareness stretch out even slightly here was a mistake. There was too much of everything, too many surface thoughts brushing past, too much noise pressing in at once. He kept it contained, focused instead on what he could see, what he could read without reaching.

Her attention snagged on something ahead, sharp enough that he noticed even without looking. Daxin’s eyes followed a second later and say Zaiya Ceti

"I've been with the order for years," he said.

"I've not been the easiest student. But not there long enough that they have given up trying."

There was an easy pattern to his speech, but just a hint that his self control was forced. His attention returned to her then, more direct this time, studying her properly again rather than the space around them.

"You say they would have you full time. So what ideals don't you get on with? They don't approve of...hobbies?'

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Chi Chuchi | Balun Dashiell
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"Suppose we can't sit around getting buzzed."

Besides, there were important nerd things happening at the Expo. A limited edition card from Galactic Illusionary Gaming - something that was going to be highly sought after for years. Makai already collected Captain Atlantis comic books so dabbing in other forms of nerd ephemera was not unheard of. From what he could tell, it was on the way to these vessels Miss Chuchi wanted his opinion on. At least she seemed more concerned with design and not actual specs - then he would truly be clueless.

"I've worked with Aurora before. Not on spaceships, so I will try to be impartial."

Walking down the main corridors, Makai caught sight of a shaggy head and groaned. His brother. They still hadn't had dinner to hash out the Kellan situation. Frankly that was best for Balun because his wife was certainly ready to eviscerate the younger man into a thousand pieces. Literally and figuratively.

"Going to apologize in advance. I think I see my brother up ahead - on the bright side he does know vessel design."

 

[Emberlyn Kislo]

The shift in attention reached her before his voice did.

It moved through the plaza like a quiet pressure change—subtle, but undeniable. Conversations softened at the edges, movement adjusted without instruction, and the steady murmur of the crowd bent just enough to make space. Even the fountains seemed to recede beneath it. Emberlyn's gaze lifted from the display terminal a heartbeat before the word reached her, violet eyes catching fractured gold light as it scattered across polished marble, glass, and water.

She looked to him.

Recognition came faster than it should have—clean, instinctive. Something in the line of his shoulders, the weight carried in his stance, aligned too precisely with memory to be mistaken. The years between then and now folded inward in a single breath, the boy she remembered resolving into the man before her without hesitation.

She allowed the moment to settle.

Then she shifted, turning fully to face him.

The motion was smooth and unhurried, the layered silk of her gown whispering softly as it followed. Ivory caught warm gold beneath the exhibition lights, the faint threading along the seams glinting in brief, controlled flashes. A loose strand of dark brown hair brushed her shoulder as she inclined into a measured curtsy—grounded, deliberate.

When she rose, her gaze met his.

Steady. Composed.

But not untouched.

There was a quiet warmth there now—subtle, contained—softening the precision without diminishing it. The gold sunburst within her violet eyes caught more clearly in the ambient glow as she held his gaze.

"Your Majesty."

The title was placed cleanly, without hesitation.

Then, just slightly—It softened.

"You've grown into it."

The words carried recognition rather than praise, shaped by memory and confirmed by presence.

Her attention shifted briefly past him—the disciplined spacing of those at his back, the subtle curvature of the crowd as it adjusted around them—before returning, more easily now.

"Though I suspect you've already discovered how little freedom it allows."

A faint curve touched her lips, restrained but genuine.

She shifted slightly then, aligning with his vantage rather than redirecting it, her gaze drifting momentarily toward the ships beyond them. Polished hulls caught the light in sharp, deliberate lines, a low hum threading through the air beneath the curated calm of the exhibition.

"I wasn't certain if you were here to be seen," she said evenly, "or to actually look."

A brief pause followed—measured, deliberate.

Her gaze returned to his.

"But if it's the latter… they're worth your time."

Tag: Aurelian Veruna

 

[0-7]

Naboo
Tags: Colette

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"Got anyone around you that you could talk to? Someone to help you get out of this mood?"

"..."

Seven stood there in silence for a moment. The answer to that question was rather easy. She didn't. Braze had been nicer then when they met, but he wasn't the sort of person that fit the sort of connection that she needed. Maybe she wasn't even sure what she needed.

"...Not really," Seven finally answered. "I've... not been able to meet people until now."

Well, meet people without having to kill them to preserve herself anyways.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Naboo
Tags: Braze

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Jedi Outcasts, Grafted into Stone
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"We can talk business another day, darling…"

"When did you start talking like a 50 year old lady," Jasper remarked. "Somewhere between retired fashion designer and interior decorator at that."

Braze really could say the most out of pocket things. Then again, maybe he said out of pocket things himself and just didn't always have the awareness to recognize it. Whatever the case was, he had no issues leaving the conversation he was not invited to.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, Jalen like's spicy stuff," he answered to Braze's next question. "Cut from the same cloth and all. Or... genetic sample, I guess. S'pose we could swing by your friend's booth, if it helps them out."

Spicy noodles did sound good. That was the sort of thing Denon did quite well for street food.

 

[Liana Organa]

- Minerva Fhirdiad - Ayumi Pallopides - Open -
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"Lady Organa, you are sadly correct there is never enough time to get to know them all. Though staying here on Naboo if you are representing your world it will give you a chance to meet many."

"That's what I'm hoping for." Liana forced a smile.

Minerva was intrigued by the foods Ayumi had on display, and the two began to talk at length about the many options available. "I liked the kabobs," Liana offered her own input, before stepping back. No need to hold them up, she figured, "It was nice to see you both again. I hope it'll happen again soon!" With a wave, the Princess stepped away to go explore more of the exhibition, ever in search of the next thing to distract her.

- Exit unless someone else opts to interact -​

 

[Colette]

0-7

"Well, there's the problem then." Colette crossed her arms. "Everyone needs people around them who lift them up. People who care."

"I don't know what kind of activities you're into, but if you take a look around there's bound to be a group somewhere around here who meets up and talk about it." Of that, she seemed confident. "I regularly meet up with a group to talk about hunting and gun maintenance. Sometimes we go on hunts together, and other times we don't even talk at all — just clean guns and nod approvingly at each other's equipment."

Colette dangled her legs for a moment before she straightened herself out.

"My name's Colette." She bowed her head as a proper greeting. "I'm not usually at these type of events either. The sounds and the crowds are just… Way too loud for me."

"But at least the day seems like it could be a good one, no?"

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
THE EXHIBITION OF LIGHT
THEED, NABOO

Ronhar was feeling rather annoyed at his interaction with Braze , and as his stomach rumbled in an embarrassingly loud manner, he could apparently add "hungry" to the list of feelings he was experiencing at the moment. He stomped over to the nearest Churro stand and purchased two of them, holding the delectable treats in either of his hands. He took a bite out of one of them with the type of military precision expected of a Special Forces operative, and went back the way he had originally came. At this point, Braze was talking to someone Ronhar didn't recognize, and Ronhar was about to leave the scene when it just so happened that he stumbled in Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory herself.

"Sir Tane, how lovely to see you", she said to Ronhar with a rather strained looking smile. Ronhar didn't even want to imagine what the CEO must have been going through these last couple of weeks, though the fact that she had made it to the exhibition was an encouraging sign, to say the least. She took a moment to address Braze as well, before turning back to Ronhar.

"I believe we have a scheduled meeting with the former prefect of the Imperial Confederation next week, have you managed to gain some traction in the affairs of Mahporeem or should the N&Z take you up on your request?"

"Impeccable timing as always, ma'am. Though we have made significant progress in that regard, we would be honored if you would assist us in the continued reconstruction of the Imperial Remnant." It seemed word of Ronhar's failure had traveled fast, despite his best attempts to keep things under wraps, even if Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory was a valued ally to the Imperial Remnant. Still, he certainly couldn't fault her for trying, and he would be doing the same thing if their positions were reversed. Regardless, Ronhar did still intend to diversify those he and the Imperial Remnant did business with, but for now, Amalia's assistance would prove to be invaluable for the continued survival and success of the Imperial Remnant.

"Speaking of requests", Ronhar continued as he addressed the CEO in front of him, "have you had a chance to look over the proposals I sent you last week? I still believe Alex Stern and Illithor Du'thra would make good additions to the project that you're planning", Ronhar whispered quietly so that Braze and his companion couldn't hear what he was saying. "Stern especially seems to be a real 'man of the people' and would undoubtedly be crucial into attracting more talented persons to what you're planning. Du'thra had the know how and resources to make the project happen. Something to think about, it is. Churro?", Ronhar said somewhat awkwardly as he handed the treat in his right hand outward to Amalia, though she was already engaged back in conversation with Braze about him making something for her.

That was surprising to Ronhar, could considered the N&Z's designers some of the best in the entire galaxy. What project could cause Amalia to want to outsource to another company and potential competition? What could it be that the N&Z was unable to design it? Surely something rare and unusual, most definitely top secret. But, it wasn't really Ronhar's place to ask what was going on with her and Braze.

Unless, of course, it had something to do with Mahporeem...

TAGS:
Braze
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
OPEN

 

[Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata]

Exhibition of Light
Secondary Weapon: Paired Beskar Tonfa

Kael felt awkward in such nice clothes, but it seemed to make his Buir happy to see him taking an interest in her job as an ambassador. He kept his stance as close to military straight as he could, his hands on the pommels of his tonfa more for his own comfort rather than for her protection. "Buir, what is this place? Why are they showing off their ship designs? Would that not mean enemy spies could find their weaknesses?" He would look at her outfit and then his own. She had a blue coat, and he had chosen a black coat with silver embroidery, where hers was golden embroidered. He still had the white tunic underneath. He would have preferred his new armor, but this wasn't a bad secondary. "Theed is beautiful though, especially those waterfalls near the apartments. And hey, being overwhelmed has helped me work on my moving meditation."

Adelle Bastiel

 

[Vess Sadragen]

Vess wasn't expecting… any of that.

She stood there for a moment, the corner of her mouth still carrying that faint trace of amusement as Zaiya went through what could only be described as a full emotional arc over a pastry near-death experience. Her hazel eyes tracked the shifting glow across the Lovalla's features, the colors changing almost faster than the words, and for a second she just… watched.

Then she started naming them. There was a small pause where Vess very clearly processed Greg, and something in her expression gave way just a fraction more than usual. Not a full laugh, not quite, but enough that it softened her entirely.

"…Greg," she repeated under her breath, like she was committing it to memory for reasons she didn't fully understand.

Her gaze flicked briefly to the pastries again, as if confirming that yes, Greg had indeed survived, before returning to Zaiya. "Glad I could assist," she added dryly, though there was a warmth behind it now that hadn't been there a moment ago. "Would've been a rough loss."

When Zaiya stepped in beside her and matched her pace, Vess didn't stop. She adjusted automatically, letting the movement continue as if this had been the plan all along. Her attention shifted outward for half a second, a quick scan of the crowd, the exits, the nearest security presence, then back again just as smoothly. Hazel eyes, catching a flicker of white hair in the periphery. Prompting a raised eyebrow.

"Vess," she offered in return, her tone easy, unbothered. "Part-time pastry specialist, apparently."

There was the faintest hint of a smirk at that before she glanced sideways at Zaiya again, studying her a little more closely now. Not in a suspicious way, just… curious. Open energy like that didn't exactly blend into a place like this, and yet somehow she moved through it without resistance.

"Mostly I just have good timing," she continued, voice low and casual. "But I am good with my hands."

Her eyes flicked once more to the churros, then back up. "You're carrying a lot of responsibility there," she added, tone lightly teasing. "Courage, bravery… Greg."

TAG: Zaiya Ceti Aris Noble
Indirect TAG: Lily Rhodes
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[Braze]

Tags: Jasper Kai'el | Casaana
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Braze offered the answer gently. He sought out where Casaana had said she would be set up and led Jasper there. She seemed to be speaking with a young girl Braze vaguely recognized from one of the little storytimes he had held some time ago. He picked a good spot for them nearby and glanced around for a menu to look over.

"Maybe they have something spicy on the menu." he mused aloud.

"You should come tour the palace I've been building out on Veridia. It's taken a lot more than interior decorating skills." Braze offered softly. "I'm especially excited for the orchards, and for the automated farming systems I've been working on. I'm hoping to be able to supply foodstuffs to places like Refuge."

 

[Chi Chuchi]

Satisfied that her debate skills were still top-notch, Chi set off with Makai towards the business end of the Exhibition with the ever present Ji-Ji following the pair like a protective shadow as he scanned the crowd. "Oh?" She asked, "What have you been up to? I was under the impression they primarily dealt with ships and weapon systems." Though she'd barely asked when Makai spotted his brother. Ji-Ji, not just her bodyguard but her personal assistant, flashed what was known to her contact lenses, an invaluable tool when your social and political circles spanned into the thousands. Seeming to forget someone or their family member could be rather damning to a relationship. "No need to apologize," she told Makai with a smile. "I think he was just recently promoted to Knight, wasn't he? Sounds like he would be an ideal person's opinion to have regarding a ship a Jedi might have backing them up."

Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell

 

[0-7]

Naboo
Tags: Colette

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"My name's Colette." She bowed her head as a proper greeting. "I'm not usually at these type of events either. The sounds and the crowds are just… Way too loud for me."

"But at least the day seems like it could be a good one, no?"

Seven didn't respond right away. There was a bubbly feeling in her chest, like being in this moment was sort of... strange. No, not exactly strange. In fact, it was ordinary. The most normal conversation she had ever had. Braze was so eccentric with all of his interests, but this?

It felt so plain. That was all she ever wanted.

"I, uh, S-Seven," she answered after coming out of her daze. Her monotone demenor slipped away, and she became more animated. "I go by Seven. It's... a long story. I'd rather not explain..."

Interests. What was she interested in? She had only just started to learn more about what she could even like since gaining her freedom. That was still something she was trying to figure out.

"Well..." the Evereni continued, "I guess I'm... still figuring out what I'm interested in... I like sweets. And music, I think. I just... there's a lot to be interested in. I sort or find it all overwhelming. I'm not really sure where to start."

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Tags: Emberlyn Kislo

The Kingsguard fanned out to create a pocket of artificial privacy as Aurelian closed the distance. He watched her curtsy with a flicker of amusement. The formality felt strange coming from her, even if his ego never truly minded the title. He leaned in, placing a light kiss on her cheek to bridge the years of absence, then stepped back to look at her properly.

"Oh, I would never deprive my people of seeing their King, my sweet cousin," he said, his smile sharpening with its usual mischief.

He followed her gaze toward the line of prototypes. The ships were impressive enough, but they were also pieces on a board. If the Republic was changing, Naboo needed to ensure its own shadow was just as long. "Yes, indeed. I was just about to see what they have brought to show us. The crown will certainly be in need of a manufacturer soon enough."

He offered his arm, a silent invitation for her to join the procession. He wanted her perspective as much as her company; he remembered her as always seeing the things others missed. As they began to move toward the ships, he kept his voice low, pitched just for her.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his tone shifting from public performance to genuine curiosity. "I assumed Dathomir had a hold on you and you were content to stay away from these high-strung nobles." He glanced at a passing group of dignitaries who bowed lower than necessary. They were exactly the sort of boredom he hoped she would help him survive.

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[Katherine Holt]

Location: Naboo, Theed
Wearing: Outfit
Tags: Del Mirah​

She had barely got a step or two towards the exhibition when Katherine felt a bundle of energy through the Force. A mix of determination and curiosity heading straight towards her. The redhead’s height allowed her to quickly catch sight of the source; a young Mikkian, as they made their way through the crowd.

Katherine opened her mouth to reply to the immediate comment, but could only let out an amused chuckle as the young woman stepped forwards to get a closer look at the Jedi’s wings. Deciding to indulge the curious Mikkian, Katherine unfurled her wings a little.

Her follow up question did give the redhead pause though, she wasn’t entirely sure of the answer herself. Technically, she was Epicanthix but her wings were now a natural part of her biology. And as far as she was aware, there wasn’t an offshoot of that race that had wings.

“Well, I can tell you who I am at least,” Katherine replied, amusement clear in her eyes. “I’m Katherine Holt, who are you?”

 

[Del Mirah]

Tags: Katherine Holt

The sight of the wings unfurling nearly made Del's eyes pop. She let out a soft, whispered "Wooooow" as she watched the feathers catch the light. The sheer scale of them made her feel small, but mostly she felt a sudden, sharp spike of envy. The freedom to just leave the ground and soar above the crowded plaza seemed like the only logical way to travel. Del skipped around the woman, her fingers reaching out to poke at the feathers. She watched the way they reacted to her touch, documenting the movement in her mind like a research project.

Realizing she was being blatantly rude, Del scurried back to the front and stood straight. She stared unabashedly at the woman, who looked like she had stepped right out of a classical painting. She ignored the introduction of the name Katherine Holt for a moment, her brain frantically cycling through every sentient species file she had ever memorized. Tall humanoids were common, but none possessed avian appendages like these.

Del finally remembered her manners and held out a hand, though she kept her datapad clutched tightly against her ribs with the other. "Jedi Padawan Del Mirah," she announced. The title usually bought her some leeway, but as the silence stretched, she realized she was ogling. A faint pink flush crept up her cheeks. This was exactly why the other Padawans and instructors avoided her in the sanctuary. She was too much, too fast, and far too blunt.

"I'm sorry, you are very pretty," Del said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I have just not seen anyone like you. I've studied sentient species, their cultures, and their biological tendencies. None like you." She kept rambling, her voice rising in pitch until she abruptly clamped a hand over her mouth. She took a sharp breath, realizing she was doing it again, and forced herself to stand still.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Darth Carnifex Aistrella Syreeta Ming Tirin Raene | Open
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Lysander felt the Dark clinging to his skin, heavy as the air before thunder rolled on Dromund Kaas. Time had dulled what once unnerved him; now it only signaled distance from both the Core and Outer Rim. Some rational part of him insisted this so-called ‘festival’ deserved no more significance than its name suggested. Just something.. innocent. Logically, despite whatever moral qualms might arise, allowing these people their traditions was simple enough without bringing forth external interference.

And by rights, he shouldn’t even be here.. just fortunate timing and the High Chancellor’s leniency. Security was no doubt lurking somewhere nearby, waiting for him to do something regrettable. He was never the type to carry paranoia, but did maintain a healthy wariness. One challenge at a time.

The melting cone was repositioned between his fingers before taking another lick.

“Your assessment is accurate, Lord Carnifex. I find myself observing the same phenomena all too often these days.”

Then, he glanced at the woman in white. “We can debate ethics all day if you’d like,” he continued, “but the galaxy never yields to principles. Some argue it follows the pull of gravity alone. And some gravities,” emerald eyes reconnected with the Eternal Father, “are simply.. stronger than others.”

Little did they know that Lysander was perfectly ok with philosophizing about such things until the stars would burn out. “These are inevitabilities indeed,” the Sith concluded with a subtle nod, “best to acknowledge them rather than continue clinging to comfortable illusions.”

When another voice arrived, he turned attentive. “If pathetic displays concern you, the Republic offers plenty. They just hide their disgraceful conduct behind closed doors.”

The only difference was presentation, really.

A pivot let him lean against the wall, observing the gathering with an air of nonchalance.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

THE EXHIBITION OF LIGHT
INVENTORY: Jedi Robes | Navi | Lightsaber
TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Chi Chuchi | Open

Life on Naboo had always appeared a splendid prospect, though Balun Dashiell had never committed to living in the Jedi Temple, Shiraya's Sanctuary. Jhaessa Prime was where he called home, where he was raising his son, Kellan Dashiell , while balancing his life and responsibilities as a Jedi to fund and lead the world's expansion into a growing hub of trade and tourism. By comparison to Naboo, Jhaessa Prime was still in its infancy. The Capital City and Trade Port had been established, yet numerous other settlements were still underway, and he hadn't secured the necessary funding from prospective investors to focus on countries outside Ilyndraal as yet.

Naboo, on the other hand, was well established, home to countless generations of famed and historical idols, people of wealth and prestige. The Noble Houses alone were enough to warrant interest in the world for their political and monetary promise, yet the world's simple beauty was always what appealed most to Balun. Cities such as Theed held incredible architecture showcasing the skill of labour that he could only dream of accomplishing. People seemed generally happy living in such gorgeous settlements, surrounded by a blend of art, commerce, and political success, all of which was built around and blended with Naboo's landscape.

The Exhibition of Light wasn't required for Naboo to thrive, but it certainly did draw greater attention to the High Republic and offer the opportunity for others to come to admire the world and its people as Balun had. Here, there were examples of works from all across the Republic sphere, as well as from established companies far outside of it. A successful congregation of culture and diversity, corporate and commercial trades, big and small, the culinary arts, as well as the more literary ones.

It was quite frankly difficult not to get lost in it all. There were more people than he could count, roaming the citadel, peering at goods to purchase, whether entire Starships or smaller artworks. Food stalls were everywhere, filling the air with aromas that made one salivate. Balun had mostly been wandering aimlessly, not seeking a specific direction but simply enjoying the sights of the Exhibition and the sounds of others sharing in the splendour of the occasion.

It hadn't been until the Force whispered to him, a breath of wind that brushed across his mindseye, giving him the sudden feeling that he was being watched by another. His pace gradually slowed as his eyes scanned the surrounding crowd, eventually turning to look back behind him in search of the source of his newfound paranoia. Someone had once told him that Paranoia was simply a state of full awareness. For the Jedi, who focused so much on reserving themselves from becoming emotionally led, he wasn't so certain he agreed, yet here and now, he certainly felt as though he stood in the headlights of a freighter all of a sudden.

It wasn't until his gaze landed upon Makai Dashiell in the distance that he understood what had triggered his unease. His brother, he knew, was entirely opposed to his Jedi influence upon his very juvenile Son. Perhaps his discomfort caused by the disconnect between himself and Makai by consequence, had concerned Balun more than he had been willing to admit to himself. Their last run-in together had been far from ideal. Difficult when Balun looked up to Makai, a Non-Sensitive who could not comprehend the Jedi way of life, and his brother wasn't to be blamed.

Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Naboo
Tags: Braze , Casaana , Persephone Dashiell

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Jedi Outcasts, Grafted into Stone
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"You should come tour the palace I've been building out on Veridia. It's taken a lot more than interior decorating skills."

"Sure," Jasper shrugged. "If I get time away from Refuge. I figure I can make time. The Outcasts are still in their infancy, so things are still flexable."

The raid on Tython was a good way to test the waters. Jasper followed along til they arrived at the noodle stand, to which he offered Casaana a half wave.

"Hey, kid. Casaana, yeah?" he greeted, before offering a dip of his head to her friend. "Business been good today? Seems like there's a lot of folks coming through."

His eyes shot down to Cole for a moment, still asleep in his sling. All the commotion of the event hadn't seemed to wake his son yet at least. That was a win he'd take.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Lily Decoria //: OPEN //:

Quinn hadn't expected anyone to notice her or really walk up to her. She was either noticed, recognized, and then avoided, or she flew under the radar. Quietly, she locked the bike and buckled the helmet. She didn't want to carry it around, especially if she sought to buy something. But what happened next surprised the woman.

To be called by a title, one that didn't connect her to the Sith, made her smile.

Looking over, she caught sight of another Echani. The woman's face and characteristics were easily identifiable to another clan on Eshan. The Decorias were close to the royal line, serving not only the Varanins but others before them. Quinn's smile widened, seeing a friendly face in the Republic.

Though she and Lily didn't know each other well, their acknowledgments would do well enough to start any semblance of a relationship. Quinn removed her gloves and tucked them into the pocket of her jacket. Fingers threaded through her cropped white hair, making it more presentable.

"It seems I'm a tad underdressed," she smiled. "Decoria correct?"

Quinn paused as she went through the Decorias she had learned about; none of their faces matched the one in front of her. She was stuck between two… Kat and Lily…

She looked over the woman once more, her eyes for just a moment flickering just below her neckline, and then it hit her. She knew exactly the Jedi that stood in front of her.

"Lily Decoria, it's good to see you. Your family is well, the last I heard when I had a few meetings with the court."

Grinning, she began to step away from the bike and towards the expo, expecting Lily to follow. She mused over the chances of running into someone close to the royal family like this. Quinn was enjoying Theed and Naboo a lot more.

"Yeah, I was wanting to see what technology is out here… I'm looking to make Eshan more sustainable, save energy, just advance things, and make life easier for everyone." Quinn shrugged as she continued.

"What brings you out here?"